
I'll give you a poem to read in the barn
It's a token of friendship, not meant to do harm
It's to tell you that someone just wants to show that he cares
I'll turn around while you read it for I don't mean to stare
I know that you missed out on the things all children need
That you were kept so lonely by hearts that were full of weeds
Well, you can't think that no one, no one ever gives a damn
Just remember that I am here to offer you my hand
And I'll be your friend, even
When we're driven East of Eden
To that land that they call Nod,
Where Cain ran from his god
When you figure out just what you're needin
I'll give you my share
So when you find yourself East of Eden
You'll know you have one friend there
And when you feel like driving
Your Porsche into the wall
Just remember my telephone number
Don't hesitate to call
You may think you're nothin but bad,
That they forgot to put in the good
Try and reach out to someone else
And know you are understood
And I'll be your friend, even
When we're driven East of Eden
To that land that they call Nod,
Where Cain ran from his God
When you figure out just what you're needin
I'll give you my share
So when you find yourself East of Eden
You'll know you've got one friend there
Copyright 1972, James-Clifton Spires

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